They roam, they roam,
These halves alone,
In search of the right equation.
An unpaired journey to
Find a home
In the unity of elation.
And thus they do, they
Add their essence to another's
Giving rise to strengthened wholes.
Integers of integrity bound by
Loving arithmetic vows,
Till death may do them part
They use what each rule allows to
Exist at ease as to appease
The lust for which each prows.
Yet when another variable
Intrudes upon this righteous harmony,
Be it bigger coefficient or perhaps
A solution more efficient,
Those halves no longer one can be.
And when they part, sadly they do,
It's never done in equal portion -
One must face a forced distortion:
Say a half joined naturally with another,
Then parted in reluctance with it's
new found lover,
It becomes a mere quarter of a whole,
For the part now missing the
Other half stole.
And now forever that half holds
The other's ailing addition,
It is sadly so that these halves
Experienced love's tradition.
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